We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

but i respect your search

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

in a post. I want to be remembered

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.